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But the owner of the Circle C knew better than to yield to Bucky too easily. He fought the point out with him at length, and finally yielded reluctantly, in such a way as to aggravate rather than relieve the anxiety of the convict. "All right. You take him first," he finally conceded harshly. Bucky kept up the comedy. "I'll take him, Mr. Cullison.
He was almost sorry that he had not taken Walker's gun. If Bucky came alone it would be with but one purpose in mind to make sure of Scottie Dean by "squaring up" with him first. Billy was sure that he had measured the man right, and that he would not hesitate to carry out his old threat by putting a bullet into him at the first opportunity. And here would be opportunity.
Though he dug his finger nails into his palms till the flesh was cut he would not give way to his desire. "You're not angry at me Bucky?" she asked softly. "No, I'm not angry at you." His voice was cold because he dared not trust himself to let his tenderness creep into it. "I haven't done anything that I ought not to? Perhaps you think it wasn't wasn't nice to to come here with you."
Greenfield took a few steps, halted, and lounged back with a smile full of mischief. "By the way, Bub how long has Her Majesty's dinkies given you?" "It's a life appointment, Bucky." "Really bless me then your bloomin' government has some sense after all." The two men saluted gravely, with a parting exchange. "Now, Bub keep fit." "Same to you, Bucky."
But as she continued to look at him a man of promise, who had plainly traveled far on the road to ruin the conviction grew on her that the sweet-faced woman in the photograph was no loving wife of his. He was a man who might easily take a woman's fancy, but not one to hold her love for years through the stress of life. Moreover, Bucky O'Connor held the respect of all men.
I promised myself to spit on you, to spit on your Stars and Stripes, the flag of a nation of dirty traders. Ha! I do so now in spirit. The hour I have longed for is come." Bucky took one step forward. His eyes had grown opaque and flinty. "Take care, you cur." Swiftly Chaves hurried on without pressing the point.
Fendrick shrugged. "I've a notion to let it go to that. But what's the use? Understand this. I wasn't going to give Blackwell away, but since he has talked, I may tell what I know. It's true enough what he says. I did relieve him of the plunder." "Sorry to hear that, Cass," Bucky commented gravely. "What did you do with it?"
Come to find out you had his hat in your possession all the time." "Does that prove I did it myself?" "Looks funny you happened to be right there while the robbery was taking place and that you had Luck's hat with you." The sleepy tiger look lay warily in the sheepman's eyes. "That's what the dictionaries call a coincidence, Bucky." "They may. I'm not sure I do." "Fact, just the same."
I've got him where I want him now, and by God! I'll make him squeal before the finish." "Oh, well, you're prejudiced," Bucky told him with an amiable smile. "Course I am; prejudiced as old Wall-eyed Rogers was against the vigilantes for hanging him on account of horse stealing. But I'll back my prejudices all the same. We'll see I'm right, Bucky."
If I let my end of the sack slip out of my fingers he was ready for me with knife or pistol, so there was no opportunity to take a pistol or knife from him, even if I had not been helplessly hobbled. "Mind ye don't try any monkey-business with me," he warned the second time we went in. "If ye do, I'll give ye what Bucky got, and ye mind that.
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